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When he sees Geri in the meeting room, Max knows it can't be anything good for him. She's Christian's wife, and one of the most stubborn person he has ever known. Seated near her husband, she faces him and Checo, who also has inexplicably been called too. They don't have any insight about what this meeting might be, apart from the fact that it was very important for them to attend and that PR will get involved at some point. Nothing Max might like, to summarize.
"We're here because the team has a problem," Geri speaks, not even leaving her husband any room to begin the meeting.
Immediately, Max starts sweating. What happened? Are they divorcing? But if they were, this won't be a meeting, right? He looks at Checo, who also has no idea what the hell is going on.
"Over the years," Geri continues, absolutely not phased by the drivers' reaction. "The team has established itself as one of the biggest and the best of the grid. With this status, also comes responsibility, and one of them is to provide merch to the fans."
Max nods, agreeing with what has been said. The teams of course needs the revenue from the hoodies and caps, and Max himself quite liked some of the head-wear created over the years, (and let's collectively forget he almost exclusively wears team polo during the season.)
"However, said merch has been proven to quite ugly."
"Darling," Christian interrupts his wife. "Don't dismiss the graphic team's effort, ple-"
"No, Christian," she replies, "to be totally fair, the merch is horrific and I truly wonder how the hell does someone even think about creating this, and let alone actually buy it. No, something must be done about this. We cannot be the team sealing cheap 'MV Champion 2022' merch as if we were some kind of Etsy shop."
She looks at her husband, who tries to make himself as small as possible in his chair. Max only crunches his nose. Yeah, his second title merch wasn't the best he has ever saw, but it's not like he could have come up with something better, he doesn't have an eye for those things.
"That is why I convinced my husband and the PR department to actually hire a professional clothing designer. You two got lucky, as he managed to make you choose if you want to get involved in the process or not."
"You can say no, there's no obligations on that," Christian is quick to add that, as he knows his drivers aren't the most enthusiastic about PR stuff.
"So what do you think about that?" Geri asks, looking expectantly at them.
"I'm out," Checo says before Max could even open his mouth.
"Ok, and you Max?" Geri almost stares at him, and he can see the light of a challenge in her eyes
It makes Max think a little more before saying no. Not to get into stupid teammate dynamics, but if Checo says no and he says yes, he has technically done more than him. Also, this might be a good idea to try his hand at art, something he isn't that good at. But then, it also means more work and less time for racing and other-
"G'day, sorry I'm late," someone bursts into the meeting room, startling absolutely everyone. "Nobody told me traffic is horrible here and I got stuck on some kind of motorway."
The man takes a seat at the side between the Horners and the drivers. He's tall, more than Max, and maybe as broad. On his suntanned skin, tattoos play hide and seek with the black t-shirt he's wearing in the middle of the British winter. Max looks at his face, and almost falls of his chair.
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Formula One - One Shots
Fanfic» but he reaches over and touches you / like a prayer for which no words exists « - just stories about F1. pairings in the chapters' title, cws and tws at the beginning of them. FYI: i only write M/M and F/F pairings.
